The good folks at Crossed Genres have come up with a great way to help the people of Haiti. “We wanted to do something to encourage people to donate to the massive relief efforts that are underway. So we started Post A Story For Haiti./Below are links to a number of short stories. Their authors have posted these stories online to read, for free. You can read one or all of them, it’s up to you. More stories will be added as we are sent new links. And if you enjoy the free stories and want to show your appreciation, please donate to a charity involved in the Haiti relief efforts.” (via Cheryl Morgan.) I posted “Down the Path of the Sun,” the first story I wrote as an adult. Yes, it’s full of baby writer tropes (it’s based on a dream, it’s set in a post-apocalyptic world) but go read it anyway, then go give some money.
Kelley has posted a photo of herself at 12. She looks astonishingly like herself. Seriously. The essential person hasn’t changed. I often wonder how we would have got along as children. I’m pretty sure we would have been friends. Pretty sure. I think. But here’s me at around the same age (just a year or so younger–yes, that’s a skirt; I loved that thing). Judge for yourself:
And here are a bunch o’ links for writers at Sterling Editing. All kinds of nifty stuff from nifty people, from serious thoughts on the industry to simple, practical tips on how to get organised and stay focused.
Nicola Griffith 
Brilliant! I posted some youngn' pics of myself at facebook; ugh, the past.
What a great idea — the story thing for Haiti.
I thought the same thing about that photo of Kelley. Even her hands look like her hands now.
Nice skirt! I particularly like the ankle-on-knee leg crossing action with the skirt. :) Interesting to see how the three of you are all doing something different here. I wonder if your dad was say something to you or just getting close.
mordicai, I like the past. Very soothing, because it's done.
jennifer, I never thought about reveal/not reveal. Didn't give a shit. As for Dad, looks like a get-close-for-the-camera thing. But I have no memory of this afternoon (gotta be afternoon…).
Well, if you had grown up in a The South, you would have had it drilled into your head every time you put on a skirt. Trust me. I was always getting yelled at… But I never could seem to keep those legs together.
Oh, I was schooled (Catholic convent school). It's just that the gender stuff sorta slid off me. Call me the Teflon Kid.
I like the story for Haiti thing. I've sent them my first ever story (which I wrote when I was 17). I'm not sure if they have any quality control (if they do, it probably won't appear), but I gave it for what it's worth.
Adam, cool. Money is starting to flow from the project, so it's working. So anyone who reads this who has given yet, please do. The people of Haiti are going to need our help long after it stops being a fashionable disaster.
That is true. And I see the number of stories up there has increased dramatically. There are some great writers up there. (I now feel a little cheeky sneaking my story in there ;))